Every year, on the same day, another one appeared: a black dahlia.

She had almost run out of space to put them around her villa.

Each year the perennials re-sprouted, a forest of dark bloomage that shrouded her white walls.

The shadow they cast she could not escape. The blackness in her heart was embodied in their display. She kept them as a reminder.

Someone knew what she had done.

She opened the door and saw the new arrival. This one was red, the same colour as the blood on her hands.

The gunshot echoed around the white walls.

Copyright CE Ayr

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

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96 responses to “RECOMPENSE”

  1. Good plot, with an intriguingly ambiguous ending. Did the messenger shoot her for revenge? – your title suggests so. Or she could have shot herself through guilt; that too fits the title. Or maybe she shot the messenger, to get him to stop messing with colour scheme of her garden!

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  2. And yet, you seem like such a mild-mannered man… this is a dark side of you!
    And funny, I watched the series “I Am the Night” just a couple months about the Black Dahlia…

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  3. The anonymous flower giver certainly wanted to prolong her suffering, with all those black dahlias. A very original idea, and a gripping story. Like other commenters, I love the ambiguity of the ending.

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